Lyrics:
,Iʼm in love Brown skins all fine
[CMK Verse 2]
You might need to come closer
For a close up This pigment is a work of art call it Mozart
Caramel mami ,
soul i've fostered
Hit this bowl like Chris brown popped her
Sit back down, your bitch ass don't matter
It, don't matter, can capture status like
prolly say that I'm trippin'
Throw the left hand, you duck that one
This right bitch won't miss you
Beat a bitch like Chris Brown, go back to jail, no
real thang
Baby Ima put it down
Said you want a real nigga
Get ya body moving
Like Chris brown
Well I do you one better
I give her that r keller
me in a Gucci store
Hatin hoes you can catch me in the hood tho
Run a check run a tab bring the money out
Cuz I'm a run it run it run it like I'm Chris
side
By my side
Rolling through my town yeah
Like I'm Nino Brown yeah
I just wanna run up a check
Check
Check
I just
I just wanna run up a check
Check
fumble
Balling out like KD at the Thunder
Nah he ain't no plug he really a runner
That's a man down
Choppa make you dance just like Chris brown
I
down they ain't getting very far
Tryna make it into town navigating by a star
The Guards pull up on us and we dip
Just about time to go spot for a spliff
yall know we run the town
Hood nigga
And I keep a bad bitch around
Thick bitch, long hair, yellow, white, red, brown
Hood nigga
And my Chevy sittin
made me
Weezy threw a pack out, I ran it up through 8th Street (Gone)
Bought it out by carvin', dodging black Chargers
Made it out the mud puddle, now
Took karate, mommy told me, "Tyler toughen up"
Rihanna haircut, somebody tell Chris Brown to fuck me up
Had to teach the bitch manners, now I gotta
trapping out with my Philly
Philly what?
Flowz pull up that rolls Royce with the milli
Ice on my wrist, got time on my hands
Stunting like Chris Brown they
When you speak I hear you bark. Run it run it run it run it.
Let my pesos do the talk. Run it run it run it run it.
We aint nice, we stay corrupt.
that she been peeped game like a scout (Been peeped)
So I had to take her out
Then like Chris Brown, I had to take her down (Mama won't you take me
could you played me baby
This is so shady
Na why you con play me baby
So what's gonna be now
I know you gonna hate me
Like Chris, Chris Brown
This girl
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
transform that to a half a man, Afghanistan
You wouldn't understand how I'm really living
I had it bad when I went to prison
Chris Brown diamonds won't
I got styles
STYLES!
get it honney tell inning to winning
run miles and miles to the speaker
super-propelicker it's the Sound of the Zeekers
OH!
your booty that smell lookin' boy,
Do you run with the ky jelly lookin' boy,
Getchya Ricky! Morris Chestnut shot in ya back lookin' boy,
Valtrex brand
talkin' 'bout nothin' with a flow so disgustin'
Ashtray by me that I gotta dump my guts in
Need substance, feed it to the public
No one gon' touch it
up, you should call me Chris Brown
He was dissing on my cuddy till we caught him by the bounds
Caught a plug, tap in, so we get it by the pounds
Try
Ayy
You know its Lor Tri nigga yeah ayy
Blow on who lor nigga imma drift off
Slammin on the box like a young Nigga chris paul
1 2 3 Do the dash then
just ain't no good?
I mean the macaroni's soggy
The peas are mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off
Like you think you can
By
had to glass case her
She out of this world
Yeah she outta space em
We run up this cash
Go home and lay up
Fuck to Chris Brown
Go pro make a video
Love
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